weaving

Chapter 668

Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai led the crowd to touch the mountain quietly. The arrows spread out, and the vegetation on the mountain was wet by the rain. Water droplets "ticked" from time to time, just covering up the sound of everyone's footsteps.

After the rain, the croaking of the frogs became more prosperous, and sometimes unknown birds sang, and the chirping sound was mixed with the croaking of the frogs, which was so pleasant to the ear.

Soon, everyone felt that it was not far from the Dragon King Temple. Looking through the gap between the trees, they could clearly see the corner of the eaves of the dilapidated temple over there.

The cold wind was blowing, but everyone couldn't feel the slightest chill, and the surroundings were still quiet, except for the occasional singing of frogs mixed with the singing of birds, especially the cry of the great tit. The deep sound of "chirp chirp".

Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai suddenly stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other, and they both saw the meaning in each other's eyes that "the Tartars have a secret whistle to warn".

Ma Zhenyuan immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to stop!
The family members still don't know why, but it's just a bird call. Isn't it normal to have great tits in the mountains and forests?

At this moment, the trembling sound of the bowstring suddenly came...

"Whoosh!"

An arrow was shot from the dense forest, and the black shadow flew by the wind, as fast as lightning.

A servant who bent his bow and set an arrow changed his face when he heard the sound, and was shot by the flying arrow, as if being hit by a javelin, the servant's body trembled, and blood sprayed from his chest.

The long arrow pierced through his leather armor, and the spindle-shaped arrowhead protruded from the back of his cloak, and the tip of the arrowhead shone with a gloomy and cold light of iron.

The servant didn't even utter a cry, but he fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a large amount of mud spray. He felt that all the strength in his body was lost in an instant, and he rolled all the way down the hillside, and the muddy grass was startlingly dripping with blood.

Everyone was shocked!
Ma Zhenyuan yelled even more: "Take out the arrows! There are tartars, hurry up, get behind the tree, and scatter behind the tree..."

"Swoosh!" The sound came continuously.

A few more sharp arrows whizzed through the air and flew towards them, and suddenly there was a scream of "ah", followed by the sound of arrows piercing through the flesh and blood of the armor, and another servant was hit by an arrow.

He was shot and rolled out, and fell heavily on the slippery grass. The arrowhead protruding from his body was like a big chisel, big on the outside and small on the inside. The shaft of the arrow was made of birch, very thick and heavy.

"It's the arrows of the Tartars. Be careful, everyone, don't get shot again!"

Ma Zhenyuan shouted loudly, he has been in the border town for a long time, so he naturally knows the types of arrows commonly used by slave thieves, such as sheath arrows, stabbing arrows, and whistle arrows.

Thorn arrows have a long and slender body, and the arrowheads are relatively thin and light. They are mostly used for long-range shooting and throwing.

After the whistle arrow is shot, it will emit bursts of sound, which are mostly used for long-distance early warning and message transmission.

The arrow body of the draped arrow is thicker and heavier, and the arrowhead is also wider. It is mostly used in close combat to kill opponents.

Especially the crescent draped arrows and big gift draped arrows of slave bandits, the arrowheads are heavy, the shafts are thick, and the arrows are long. If they are shot by them, they often bleed quickly and hard to stop.

"Ambush in the middle!"

Ma Zhenyuan was filled with hatred in his heart, he hid himself behind a big tree and raised his eyes to look, and saw a dozen steps ahead, behind those trees, behind the dilapidated walls of the ruined temple, some figures of armor loomed faintly.

They are all tall helmets with guns and red tassels, lacquered iron helmets connected with neck guards, double-breasted cotton armor with dense copper nails, a large bronze mirror with heart guards on the chest, and huge shoulder guards on both sides. It is red and bordered with white, and looks very heavy. It is indeed a vest knight with a red flag.

Ma Zhenyuan could feel the murderous expressions of these people, the looming murderous aura.

The Tartar bows they held had a big body and a long tip, and all the arrows they used were heavy arrows. Although the shooting speed was not the fastest, the power of the big arrows and huge arrows was astonishing.

"Whoosh!" Another heavy arrow came rushing forward.

The arrow that was shot from the ground looked like a black line, Ma Zhenyuan dodged in a hurry, hiding behind the tree, the arrow flew past the tree, the bark was broken, and large strands of sawdust and water splashed everywhere.

Sure enough, it was another arrow with a tail. This arrow is in the shape of a spindle shuttle, with a streamlined body that fits the elements of aerodynamics. It is fast and stable in flight.

Ma Zhenyuan saw the right moment, and suddenly pulled away the strong stone bow in his hand. The tire of the bow creaked. As soon as he let go of his hand, the wolf-toothed arrow shot out quickly, and hit a heart guard with a red flag vest. .

The Tartar's figure also swayed for a while, but he didn't fall down. He acted as if nothing had happened, and let the arrow stick on his armor. Obviously, the one-stone Kaiyuan strong bow used by Ma Zhenyuan still couldn't shoot through his second layer of armor. protection.

Ma Zhenyuan shot a few more arrows in the blink of an eye. Although he was aiming at the faces and throats of the Tartars, they passed by them one by one. These Tartar vests have gone through countless battles, and all of them are very good at avoiding arrows. .

Only one Tartar was unable to dodge, and was shot through his neck by a mace arrow, which rushed into the throat of the Tartar soldier, and blood gushed out from the wound.

He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, grabbed the arrow stuck in his throat with all his might, and pulled out the spiked arrow with the last bit of strength. He fell to the ground, lifeless.

The surrounding Tartars didn't even look at him, but they seemed to arouse even more ferocity because of this, screaming and shooting heavy arrows to cover them, and dodging and leaping forward.

Zheng Zhitai also fought back calmly at the side, and the Ding Shaoqi of the family also hid behind the trees, and kept shooting back, and the arrows from both sides roared back and forth.

Death-like black lines flew back and forth, but the arrows shot from the opposite side became more and more dense, almost completely suppressing Ma Zhenyuan's side, and it was unknown how many of them were there.

Although my side is skilled in archery, the protection of the tartar vests on the other side is also outstanding. They are wearing double-layer heavy armor.

In fact, it was not that none of the servants shot them, but most of those arrows pierced through the outer layer of heavy armor, but most of them could no longer penetrate the inner layer of armor, and at most could only hurt the flesh.

Many Tartar vest riders had a few arrows stuck on their bodies, but they did not pose a big threat. On the other hand, if someone was hit by an arrow on their own side, they would end up falling to the ground with casualties.

Moreover, the Tartar soldiers on the opposite side were indeed more accurate in shooting, their arrows were stronger, and their timing was even more ingenious. Although all the servants were tough, they were far inferior to the elite soldiers of the Tartars on the opposite side.

The screams continued, and three more servants were shot and fell to the ground, and one was shot through the lungs. The arrow penetrated deep into the armor, and the hot liquid surged upwards from his trachea. He leaned against the tree and coughed continuously. , Every time you cough, a mouthful of blood gushes out.

Soon the armor and cloak in front of him were blood red, and the blood soaked into the grass, and the pungent smell of blood spread in the air with the fragrance of green grass.

"Master Ma, the Tartars are in ambush, let's go, go down the mountain, take the horse, there is still a chance..."

Su Shigao yelled loudly while shooting arrows desperately.

(End of this chapter)